from The Teletype Story--my dad ran a teletype machine (an early form of internet?) for the RCAF at various Canadian outposts of the "Pine Tree Line" early warning system, and then (still with the RCAF) for 4 years in Scotland, where at some point I got to see one--vast, clattering, gray (bigger than the ones here) though what most impressed me was that you could only type in capitals with no punctuation. When they started phasing them out in the 70's he would bring home the big rolls of carbon paper on which I would type my early poems Kerouac-style...



(thanks Antti)